Here in Kigali, Rwanda, we live like royalty. We are cooked for three times a day as we live in our nice home with the beautiful mountains and scenes all around. It’s hard not to feel like I’m in America as we ride on nice buses (on the right side of the road) and see clean streets. Then we have a night like tonight and remember…I’m on the World Race.
Today was certainly a day of high and lows. This was day one of our daily preaching. Each of us is expected to preach daily in different churches and even banks. So, nerves were high for some and preparations were being made. This morning we visited the Rwanda genocide museum. It was both beautiful and a nicer museum than American ones and very moving to see the realities of what the people we are living with are still dealing with.
<—-The Genocide Museum
We then had a time to eat, prepare, and rest before our preaching. Then, the night started getting interesting. Rachel and I were going together to a church and Kendall and Jason were travelling with us because they were going nearby. Our friend, Fergie, travelled with us to help us get around and translate. Transportation is not the easiest thing in Rwanda. After taking multiple forms of transportation, being more than a little late, and having some trouble getting there.
Rachel and I were then immediately whisked away to the church; up 2 flights of stairs in the dark. Thank God for my headlamp. As we walked through a dark office building, following a guy I barely knew, an hour late to preach, I had one of those “this is the World Race” moments. There was actually a church up there, our contact was preaching in the dark and there were some people in the; I have no idea how many or what they look like. We are called right up, still on edge from transportation drama. I go up, in the dark, and preach with my headlamp. Halfway through, lights and microphone come back. I wouldn’t say the place was rocked but we made it through to tell a funny story later.
As the lights came on, it hit me how funny it was that up until then I had no idea who or how many people I was even preaching this message too. Does is really matter though? I realized it should always be as if I am blinded to who is watching, listening, or reading. “Do everything as if for God and not for men.” Colossians 3:23
This is a journey I am just now getting my footing on and am excited to see God work through to the end. I have one final support deadline before January 1 that I need almost $3000 in order to stay. I believe there are so many stories still to be written.
